Wednesday, January 30, 2013

A Post for January

How about I list some things I've liked about this monster of a month, the first month of the rest of my life...
  • We have finally gotten well again (contagious sick people will be shot on sight so stay away!)
  • Our neighborhood in the evening looks like Whoville: colored by winter sunsets and muffled in beautiful snow.
  • The baby weight and mission weight are gone, may they rest in peace.
  • We hosted a curry night with some mission buds (recipes: chicken tikka and korma)
  • Played in the snow with Riley.
  • Navigated peanut butter-thick fog to get my hair chopped super short. I was feeling brave.
  • Our drafty house makes our babies even more snuggly. (Heaven is a baby dog-pile.)
  • The ambiance of our fire place.
  • Dave's beard (which he recently shaved but I have faith it will be back before winter's end) 
  • Aaaand....that it is almost over! February might get its own party, just for arriving!
 Babies growing up: Joe sits on his own now, and Riley is a big girl and soo over baby utensils. We give her a jar at dinner and she swigs from it with gusto and looks at us as if to say, "Nothing like drinking from a big peoples cup, am I right!" She also blesses our food intermittently throughout dinner. Probably in hopes that it will turn into pizza and coke, her preferred food groups.
 Joe has found a way he likes a pacifier, when Riley forces one on him. 

I love this picture: Riley is "praying" and Joe is proud.
Our indoor games have had to get a little creative/desperate. We stick buttons into milk jugs, do workout videos, play the parachute game with blankets, paint the table with yogurt, unfold/refold towels, blah blah blah. 
And what baby doesn't enjoy taking dives on the couch?

And THAT, clearly is all I have to say about January. I do NOT take my leave of you, I send no compliments to your mother, you deserve no such attention. If you don't know the movie I just quoted then I sound like a real weirdo. Nevermind, I kind of am.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Inspiration Compliments of Youtube

You may have seen this already since it's bouncing around the internet like a beach ball at a Nickleback concert; I love it though. He makes a lot of valid points. Space Jam is awesome.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Joe's 1st 1/2 Birthday

As of January 20th, we got ourselves a 6-month-old. And Riley's 19 months! Incidentally, the same day three years ago Dave took me on our first date. All I can say is,"Well that sure escalated!"

 Joe at 6 Months:
  • Will not take a bottle and detests baby food (can't blame him though)
  • Rolls over, especially when there are feet nearby (has tripped Riley multiple times grabbing for her tootsies.)
  • Has an infectious laugh.
  • Likes the thrill of the chase; I learned early on that when he was wiggling over to grab something, if I made it easy for him he usually lost interest. Typical guy.
  • Doesn't give up - he still reaches for his mobile even though his arms are a foot too short.
  • Raises his eyebrow when feeling dubious, not unlike his dad.
  • Loves Riley and hates when she leaves his sight. As soon as he can crawl, she will never have a moment to herself.

Except this last one is not Joe, but Riley when she was about 6 months old.
Can't tell their related, nope!

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Tough guys

Here's Joe getting belligerant with the sweet little lullaby seahorse he got for Christmas. Sitting up goes to his head.

Everyone is finally starting to get better and oh yeah, there my happy babies are! I forgot how pleasant they are to hang out with as healthy beings. But let's one last time reflect on our season of sickness:

Good bye, flu - it was NOT nice to know ya and you are NOT welcome back anytime. However, thanks for the pics!

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Thursday, January 10, 2013


Dave might, probably, definitely be the best Dad in the world. Don't misunderstand me, he likes to dress Riley in cut-off overalls and has been known to, on occasion, give her sips of coke, but he LOVES our babies. There is no sleep more important, no tantrum too fierce, no diaper too foul, that can mar the way he looks at them and cuddles them and talks about them. It is something to see.

 At risk of him suing me for copyrights, I wish to share a portion of his Notre Dame application to illustrate (one requirement was to make a short power point showing that he could impart information clearly and concisely etc.):

*Let the record state: Dave is an amazing Dad. And that the ratio of sleep time to diaper-changing time is not as exaggerated as one would wish.
*He likewise is a delightful husband, but that's enough mush for one post.